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Subject:Re: NVC hillbillies
From:Jim Felder
Date:Thu, 17 Jan 2008 10:38:09 -0600

II think this particular drool-choked hillbilly (probably the wrong word,
probably should have said redneck, as I have nothing in particular against
hillbillies and I know that redneck is a subset of the larger group) would
have probably shot at anyone broken down by the side of the road. I didn't
mention that I was crossing over an interstate connector on a bicycle, and
this SOB roared and jabbed his brakes and tried his best to make me sorry
that I was on his road all the way across the connector. He wasn't a nice
guy, believe me. And he was only about 24. Imagine what about ten more years
of three-dollar gas is going to do to his already-thwarted personality.
Jim, who lives in a state of 40 percent perfectly pleasant, hardworking
country people, 40 percent perfectly pleasant, hardworking city people and
 and about five percent redneck morons and five percent urban morons, just
like about everywhere else.

On Jan 17, 2008 10:08 AM, Tom Boldway <jboldway@hotmail.com> wrote:

> On 1/16/08, Jim Felder <jim.felder@gmail.com> wrote:>> I was behind one of
> those leviathans recently carrying a single> drool-choked> hillbilly fresh
> off of his sister with the sticker in the rear window> "Burning gas and
> hauling ass."> Where I live, not only do the normal genetically-deficient
> rednecks drive> them, but white collar software engineer government workers
> have adopted> these silly-assed trucks as proof of manhood as well.
>
>
> Yes  there are jerks of all types but I'll bet one of those "drool-choked
> hillbilly fresh off of his sister" might just stop and give you a hand if
> you were broken down by the side of the road. Not all of those "hillbillies"
> are part of the cast of "Deliverance."
> If you take the attitude that most people are generally good, your life
> will be more enjoyable. ;~)
> Let's not bash folks here . . . .